THE WAY OF THE WORLD.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 18, 30 April 1892, Page 451

THE WAY OF THE WORLD.

He loved me so—he loved me so ! Could I Do aught but love him when he loved me so ? And thus it never struck me to deny Love’s fire on my heart’s altar, all aglow, Burned brightly, too, and would for evermo'.

I loved him so—l loved him so ! Could I, Lacking experience’s wisdom, know A love like that could ever fade and die ’ Love I deemed firm, and pure as unsunned snow In some deep mountain cleft, for evermo’.

He loved me so—l loved him so—could we, Ay, either dream of such love ending so ? But yet —or mine for him, or his for me— The fire upon love’s altar ceased to glow, And we walk different ways for evermo’.

I lo ved him so—he loved me so—yet fear, Ah me ! not merely fear, I surely know, Tho’ two be sweetest sweet and dearest dear, Not ours alone, but much love even so Has ended, and will end for evermo’.